i took my trouble down to madam ruth
you know the gypsy with gold capped tooth
she's got a pad down at thirty fourth and wine
sellin little bottle of love potion number 9
i told her that i was a flop with chicks
i've been this way since nineteen fifty six
she looked at my palm and she made a magic sigh
she said, " what you need is love potion number 9 "
she bent down and turned around and gave me a wink
she said i'm gonna mix it up right here in the sink
it smelled like turpentine and looked like indian ink
i held my nose, i close my eyes, i took a drink
i didn't know if it was day or night
i started kissin' everything in sight
but when i kissed the cop down at thirty and wine
he broke my little bottle of love potion number 9
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